Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-174.113.36.200-20141011071032/@comment-25430487-20150718045144

[It's an interesting idea, but it's all out of your hands now, Meaghan. :P Sorry.]]

It's Friday, October 24.

As Holly looked out towards Darren's house, she'd see him walk down the steps of his stoop, wearing his black duster 'team jacket' for the Mystic Knights. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, staring off blankly in the direction of the infirmary. Even from here, Holly could tell that he was rapidly becoming a mess: His hair was dirty, he was in desperate need of a shave, and she had never known him to smoke before. He shivered slightly in a particularly stiff breeze.

